Iskyiah opened one eye and looked at him. “What I do?”
“When I tell yo’ ass to go shop, I mean go crazy. You understand?”
“But—”
“All I need to hear isI understand, daddy.”
Iskyiah sighed. “I understand, daddy. What else I do?”
“You know about this lil nigga tryna push up on Brooke?”
“What are you talking about, Lah?” Iskyiah said, her voice tired.
“She talkin’ ’bout she like a boy.”
Iskyiah giggled. “Oh, you mean Steve? He’s a cute kid.”
“You knew ’bout this?”
“Yeah. In case you haven’t noticed, she’s an open book. I keep a healthy line of communication with her.”
“And you cool with this lil nigga liking our daughter?”
Iskyiah snorted. “It’s innocent, Lah. You remember what it was like at their age.”
Moolah thought about it and then grunted. “Yeah, which is why I need to meet this lil nigga.”
Iskyiah shook her head with her eyes closed and her head leaned on the back of the couch. “Absolutely not. You’ll go to jail for beating up a little kid.”
Yup.
“I ain’t gonna do all that. Just want to lay eyes on him. I’ma pick her up from school tomorrow and handle that.”
“No.”
Moolah sighed. “I’ma have to pick her up. You have a spa appointment at the time her school lets out.”
“How the hell do you know what time she gets out of school?” Moolah blinked at her. She sighed in frustration and got up. When she straddled him, his hands immediately went around her waist. “I’ll have Hassan or Sophie pick her up.”
“Nah. What you’re going to do is put me on the list in the morning to pick her up and then go to the spa.”
Moolah knew he’d won when she changed the subject. “What do you do for a living, Moolah?”
“Illegal shit. You ain’t gotta worry nothin’ about it.”
She hesitated. “I do if it’ll affect me and Brooke.”
“You think I’d allow anything to touch you and Brooke?” She remained silent because she knew he wouldn’t, but he still saw worry dancing in her eyes. “I ain’t in that shit for real anymore. I just sit back and collect money. I have plenty of legal businesses. You have nothing to worry about. I did my dirt, and ain’t shit gonna come back on me.”
She eyed him skeptically. “You’re sure?”
“I’m positive, my baby. Now, bring your ass upstairs. The shower’s calling our name, and I need to hear you calling mine wit’ that pussy wrapped around my dick.”
Iskyiah giggled when he picked her up and kissed her neck as he ran toward the stairs, eager to make good on his word.
“Is that a new toilet?” Iskyiah’s head tilted to the side as she looked at the porcelain throne. Literally, it looked like it was fit for a king with gold flecks through the white marble. Moolah had just stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. His gaze landed on the toilet, and to Iskyiah’s surprise, a wide grin spread across his face. He looked at it with a wicked expression for several long moments while Iskyiah looked at him like he was insane. “Lah?”
“Huh? Ah, yeah. It’s new. Had it installed while you were out with lil mama.” He grabbed at the back of his neck as he spoke, as if he had been caught red-handed doing something he wasn’t supposed to.
